All Chapters of I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chloe “Are you insane?!” Stella’s scream echoed through the apartment, making me wince. “Why are you yelling?” I said, holding my towel tightly around me. My hair was damp, and I had just taken a warm shower to clear my mind. I really needed it after last night’s madness “Why am I yelling?!” she shouted, sitting up on the bed. “How could you accept a drink from someone in a club? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” I sighed, rubbing my temple. “The bartender gave it to me, okay? Besides, I was already drunk by then. I didn’t know what I was doing.” “This is why you should never go to a club without me! I understand this was your first time, but there’s one rule every woman must follow if you want to stay safe.” I frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed as I pulled on the clean, presentable clothes she had lent me. “What rule?” “Never, ever drink anything that isn’t made in front of you. Don’t even think about trying something different unless you’ve seen people drink

Chloe Slam! Something struck the side of my head, hard. My vision blurred as I staggered back, a sharp pain spreading through my skull. The sound of shattering glass rang in my ears as the vase crashed to the floor, breaking into a hundred jagged pieces. I barely registered the warm, wet sensation trickling down my forehead until I saw it—drops of red splattering against the cold tiles. Blood. I blinked, my head throbbing, before slowly looking down at the growing crimson stain on the floor. “Woah, Mom,” a voice drawled lazily. “Your aim is better than before. I almost didn’t see it with how fast that throw was. Your personal trainer is really good.” I slowly lifted my gaze, my pulse pounding in my ears. Sitting comfortably on the couch, completely unfazed, were two women. My mother-in-law and Layla, my sister-in-law. My mother-in-law was casually admiring her nails, while Layla was smirking like she had just watched something mildly entertaining. “Really?” my mother-in-law

Chloe I walked upstairs, one hand pressed against my throbbing forehead. At least it didn’t hit my eye, I thought dryly. That would’ve been a whole new level of pain to deal with. Lucky me. All I wanted now was to get to my room, shut the door, and block out the world, even if just for a moment. But as I reached for the door handle, it swung open before I could touch it. Amelia. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a smug, knowing smile curving her lips. The kind of smile that said I’ve won. I stiffened, my eyes flickering past her, scanning my room, or at least, what used to be my room. It looked different. Slightly rearranged. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Logan had given Amelia exactly what she wanted. She was in the master bedroom now. I inhaled slowly, trying to swallow the anger rising within me. All I wanted was to slap that smirk right off her face. Amelia leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Now do you see how worthless you are t

Chloe “That dickhead. How dare he say that?” I sighed as Stella slammed her hand on the table, making the silverware clatter. I took another sip of my hot chocolate, letting the warmth spread through me. For the first time in a week, I felt calm. Unlike my best friend, who looked like she was about to flip the entire table over. “That motherfucker,” she spat, her dark eyes burning with fury. “He really told you to stay away from me? Me?! Like I’m some kind of bad influence?” I set my cup down, looking at her with amusement. Well, to be fair, Stella was a bad influence. Just not in the way Logan thought. Stella turned to me so fast that my drink almost spilled, but I caught it just in time, gulping it down before it could slosh over the table. “Wait,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Is that why you haven’t been answering my calls for a week? Because that fucker doesn’t want us to be friends?” “Amelia was monitoring me like a hawk. She wouldn’t let me be alone for even a second. I

Logan I checked my watch. Three o’clock. They still hadn’t arrived. Exhaling sharply, I ran a hand through my hair, frustration gnawing at me. I was nervous. The realization irritated me because I was never nervous. I was a proud man, and like most men, I wanted things to go my way. I had spent my whole life believing that the world was mine to mold, that I had control over everything in my grasp. Since I was young, I had always wanted wealth. To me, wealth wasn’t just about having money, it was everything. Wealth meant people bowing to you, bending to your every whim without question. It meant standing at the top, looking down at the world as if it were my personal chessboard. And I craved it. I wanted to control everything around me. I wanted to control her. It had been five years now. Five years since the thing I had once desired more than anything slipped through my fingers—before falling right back into my lap. Chloe. The woman who betrayed me. The woman who left me beca